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Jan 2014
Crying out for help
But no one is there.

Watching me break
Shattered into pieces

Arms down
Palms open
Spiraling through the blast

The viscid sensuality as bumps
Crawl against my skin

Black satin intertwined
Within my pale sheath

Arched back, bare lips
Waiting for the crowning storm.
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Megan James
Written by
Megan James  Lodi,Ca
(Lodi,Ca)   
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